Winter 2015: Poetry

city spacious heart

in wind
in caged trees
in wet tire highway hush
perched at the edges
of front lawns repeating themselves
you are sparse dove
a keen reminder of the strange
being everything of infancy of being
an animal and not an animal at the same time
geese fighting for all the grass in the world
marching past milestones
these high glass boxes
these asphalt hills
train song
holding the place i am always going
i want my ocean back
gravity’s simple blanket
skyscraping the only heaven i know
dreams of waves engulfing the city